Moonspear by a route obscure and lonely

Being still young, and used to her parent's attentions, Alya's first instinct was still to turn this situation around and focus on herself, instead of the plight of the older wolf. After all, bad things had happened to her as well, and shouldn't that be just as (if not more) important than whatever'd happened to Cypress? He missed his family, but Alya still missed her Dashie, and she still wished that Constantine had stayed and paid attention to her, like she'd wanted.

But there was something in his voice. Something in his lantern-lit eyes.

"That sounds very sad," she said in a small voice, shivering as a she thought of trying to pretend her own sisters were still with her when they weren't. They'd grown apart lately, but they were still three heads of one body. They were still the same. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked hopefully. Suddenly, it seemed imperative that she do something for this troubled young wolf.